Crow feather 
Stained clothes
Full of diseases
It doesn't worth
Keep climbing on tree
You'll know
Up there you'll see
What is going on

Keep climbing on tree
Don't look down you will see
Those demons that bind you to gravity
The poison is already in

Keep touching those branches
Your flash will remember every bend
So keep climbing
Closed eyes see much more
Little pieces of who've been here before
Outlines of pain passing away

Guess you don't know so as we
Who'll be shredding your fears
Who will show you the door
Take from hands of a [bad word] Hands of a [bad word]  you call passion